Sunday, March 15, 2015
When I jumped on the scales after three weeks off, I expected to have put on a little. Wait... Let's go back further.
When my son came home from daycare three weeks ago I was told of a gastro bug going around his room and how they had been put into isolation. As the first he had been exposed to, I expected him to get it. What I didn't expect was how badly he got it. I was told the others had been sick once or twice. What I wasn't prepared for was a baby that was sick constantly for three hours, before I took him to the hospital as he couldn't keep down even fluids. A night sharing a child sized hospital bed with him was not fun. Particularly with hourly IV changes.
I worried the lack of sleep may cause a seizure (it didn't, thankfully). I certainly didn't expect to have to go to the doctor the next night for the same pills he was given to stop myself being sick (I had been constantly for two hours). The morning after, I stepped on the scales and saw a drop to 77.4kg (170lb). That was to be expected, I had after all just lost everything in my stomach.
So for the next few days I consumed nothing but water, vitamins and electrolytes, while my son took in nothing but breastmilk and water. And after that I didn't want to restrict my eating, as my son was still feeding A LOT and I wanted to fully recover. And I ate whatever I wanted. As much as I wanted. For three weeks (probably in part a desire to "cheat").
So imagine my surprise yesterday when I jumped on the scales to see... 77.4kg! Which means I only have 2.4kg (5lb) to go until I am at goal. Yay! While I have lost nothing in three weeks, I haven't gone backward.
I am in most of my work clothes now, but they are a bit tight, so we shall see if 2.4 is enough when I get there. Watch this space...